leon walks you backwards towards the counter until the edge of it is digging into your hips, “c’mon, we haven’t got long,” he huffs after he kisses you one last time and then, he spins you around and leaves you staring at him in the mirror with your face flushed pink and your chest heaving in short pants

“long for what?” you ask in a whisper and your answer comes in the form of leon bending you over with a hand planted on your spine while the other rucks the skirt of your dress up and over your ass, “leon, my dads outside—everyone’s outside,” you hiss and flail your arm in an attempt to swat his hand away from your body

your eyes flicker towards the frosted glass window that’s cracked open and overlooks the backyard where your dad is hosting his annual barbecue. there’s several people outside, friends and coworkers plus all of their families. it’s beyond risky but you don’t really seem to care when leon is grinding up against you

he’s hard and straining along the zipper on his jeans, bulging and squishing into the swell of your ass with every shift of his hips that knocks you off balance. you accidentally stand on leon's boots as your thighs clench but you manage to steady yourself by gripping onto the edge of the counter for leverage

“that’s why we haven’t got long,” leon mumbles eventually and then smooths his hand over your ass cheek until his fingers are teasing underneath the hem of your panties. you whine as he pulls them away from your body and the thin fabric separates from your wet pussy, “fuck—you’re already soaked,”

“have been all day—since you got here,” you sigh whilst his knuckle drags along the length of your cunt, from your hole down to your clit where his touch ghosts. it makes you whimper and try to push back against him but as you do, he pulls his hand away and slides your panties to the side in a rush

cool air fans over your warm skin and raises tiny pinprick bumps that tickle down your arms and over your thighs, causing you to shiver, regardless of the fact that it’s a warm, sunny, day—the perfect kind of day for your dad to host a party while his best friend fucks you senseless in the bathroom

“shit, me too—been hard this whole time ‘cos of your fuckin’ dress,” leon drawls while he undoes his belt with his free hand and then works the zipper on his jeans down without looking because he’s too busy ogling you and your—very short— ditsy dress in the mirror

truthfully, your dress isn’t anything special. it’s flowy and airy, perfect for the nice weather but it has thin little straps and contours around your tits nicely and you know for a fact that it always drives leon crazy. which, might have been the reason you reached for it when you were getting ready

“it’s my favo—oh,” you trail off into a quiet moan when the blunt head of leon’s cock nudges against your clit. he slips down the center of your pussy slowly, collecting and smearing slick over himself until there’s an easy glide between your skin and his before he presses against your dripping hole

“yeah, mine too,” leon breathes before he pushes into you. the sudden stretch is intense but it's everything that you’ve been needing all day and it causes your pussy to clamp down around him instantly, feeling every part of him and preventing him from going any further like he so desperately wants to

his hand slides over your hip, squeezing softly and bunching up fabric from your dress as he goes while you whimper and clench around him. eventually though, you reach back to loop your fingers around his wrist, scratching your nails over tanned skin, and that’s enough for him

leon sinks into you slowly, pushing in and then pulling out a little bit before he does it all over again. he’s thick and it forces your legs to part further than they already are to take him but, leon does you one better than that and grabs at the back of your thigh to manhandle your leg up until your knee is resting on the counter

“oh fuck,” you groan into your palm in an attempt to stay quiet as the new angle quickly drops him deeper into you, forcing him to bottom out and bump his heavy balls against your clit. you can feel him everywhere, deep inside of you, in your stomach and knocking the air out of your lungs, all at once

you watch in the mirror as leon traps his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at where your bodies join, eyeing the fluttering of your cunt around the base of his cock and the thin sheen of slick that you’re coating his skin with and then, just as slowly as he sunk into you, he pulls back out

it’s a dizzying feeling, the drag of his length against the walls of your pussy, that are crushing him in a desperate bid to keep him trapped inside of you forever. if you had it your way, he’d be there all day, every day, but that—unfortunately—can’t happen since your dad has no idea that you and leon have been fucking for months

that’s what makes it more special though, you suppose. the fact that moments are stolen and kept secret, they’re rushed and not often planned and sometimes, it can be a long while before they happen again. so, you’ve started to make a conscious effort to savour whatever you can, when you can

“ready angel? m’not gonna be able to be nice about this,” leon asks, sounding genuinely apologetic. he likes to take his time with you normally, pulling you apart and putting you back together with his tongue or his fingers, always with his cock, but right now, time isn’t on your side

“yeah—yeah, it’s okay,” you whisper before you get caught in a silent moan as leon fucks into you in a single but harsh roll of his hips. you go from devastatingly empty to completely full to the brim in the blink of an eye and as much as you want to, you can’t make a sound

leon does though. he grunts against his will and hangs his head while he picks up his pace. his cock plunges into your cunt on every thrust, from the tip to the base in long strokes that makes your clit throb and cause a burn to spread throughout your stomach like a wildfire

outside, in the yard, people laugh loudly and it makes you tense up inadvertently while your eyes flicker back and forth between the window and leon’s reflection but, his eyes are lustful and there isn’t even a hint of care or worry in them as his pace doesn’t break for even a second

“focus here, not there,” he mumbles and gives both of your hips a reassuring squeeze before he leans over you. his chest rumbles against your back with every silenced groan and his lips ghost over your shoulder, prompting you to relax underneath him almost immediately, “yeah, just like that,”

his low mumbles pair with one of his hands sliding up and over your ribs to your tits. he yanks your dress down and your tit practically falls out and into his awaiting palm where his fingers dimple into your soft skin as he gropes and swipes his calloused fingertips over your perky little nipple

“god—leon,” you gasp and jerk with pleasure that’s being shared equally between his cock splitting you open, his wandering hands and the brush of his lips. it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, dancing along a thin line that’s somewhere around too much and simultaneously not enough

but, before leon can do anything more or answer you with something deep and—not doubt—wildly attractive, his phone starts to buzz on the edge of the counter. you didn’t even notice it earlier but you do now because the contact information that brightens his screen is for your dad

once again, you tense and if you weren’t sandwiched between leon and the counter, you would dart out of the bathroom in a hurry, “what the fuck do we do—what does he want?” you hiss in a panic even though your cunt is still fluttering and clenching around leon’s length

“i don’t know, let’s find out,” leon says in a deadpan tone as he reaches for his phone and doesn’t give you a chance to protest before he’s swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call and putting his phone up to his ear, “yeah? what’s up?” he asks plainly

thankfully, you can’t hear what your father wants and whatever it is has the snap of leon’s hips slowing right down until he’s fully seated inside of you and starting to grind, which you wouldn’t mind if the tip of his cock wasn’t rubbing right over your cervix with the shift of his hips

“nah, i’m upstairs,” leon mumbles, his voice sounding oddly normal considering that you can feel him twitching inside of you. he must be asked another question because his eyebrows raise and then, “your kid? haven’t seen her, man” he lies through his teeth easily and smirks something filthy at you in the mirror

you should be terrified—disgusted even—but instead, your stomach flips and the dirty kiss of his cock against your cervix starts to do more for you than when he was properly fucking into you. leon watches you as your eyes roll back and your reddening cheeks puff outwards and...

the realisation hits you and him at the same time. you’re going to come whilst he’s talking to your dad—who’s literally just downstairs—and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it now

one of your hands slaps over your mouth as noises start to escape while the other shoves its way between your body and the counter to swirl your fingertips in furious circles over your throbbing clit. you’re too far gone and chasing a high that you shouldn’t be and all leon can do is witness it

if he’s still talking, you don’t hear it over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears but you just simply don’t care as leon’s eyes sharpen in his reflection. his brows furrow and his jaw tightens and his hips start to buck quicker, making the grind of your bodies speed up too

tears prick along your waterlines and spill down your cheeks in fat drips, your ass bounces back against leon to meet his half assed thrusts and the coil in your stomach twists until it hurts. you’re right there and blinking at leon with wet lashes and a silent plead for him to push you over the edge—and he does

he slides in deep, slamming the head of his cock against your cervix while he tilts his phone away from his ear and then tips his head to one side and simply mouths, “come,” and your body is more than happy to oblige

searing heat courses through your veins and makes you sweat in an instant as your body shakes. your knee drops off of the edge of the counter and you trample over leon’s boots again while your knees buckle, prompting him to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you mostly upright and on his cock

you’re not sure if you make a sound, the whooshing in your ears is far too loud but your thighs tremble and your teeth grate together—that much you do know. you’re clamping around leon like a vice and his cock is jerking in time with your uneven clenches which means that he has to be close too

the coolness of the countertop soothes your damp forehead as you rest against it and ride out your orgasm with the help of leon’s hips rocking gently. except, your bliss gets interrupted when leon discards his phone onto the counter with a thud

“good girl,” he growls and clutches at your hips one last time. you're pliant from your orgasm and easy for him to control while he pounds into you like an animal, “so fucking good—god, wonder what your daddy would say if he knew you were up here—shit—coming around my cock,” he rambles

a sob rips out of your chest as leon spears his full length into your sensitive cunt. it aches in a dull way that makes your thighs snap shut and your fingers flex and bend until your knuckles are white, “he’d kill you,” you sniffle amidst the sound of leon’s skin colliding with yours

“yeah well, it’d be worth it,” leon grumbles deeply as his thrusts start to become uneven and sloppy, a telltale sign, “fuck—m’gonna come—c’mere, can’t make a mess of you yet,” he slurs his words and pulls out of you too quickly, eliciting your gasped yelp while he turns you around and shoves you down onto your knees

your tongue lolls out of your mouth when leon reaches down to hold your jaw. his other hand is sliding over his cock frantically, leaving his palm covered in a sheen of your slick. he jerks, once, twice, three times and then feeds the head of his cock past your lips, just in time for his length to kick

leon grunts above you, not nearly as loud as he usually does but still loud enough for it to be suspicious if anyone overheard it. neither of you appear to mind though as thick ropes of his come splash across your tongue and drip down your throat, coating it with the taste of him

his fingers stroke softly over your jaw while you hum and swallow around him lazily until he’s got nothing left to give you and his cock starts to soften. you pull off of him with a little pop, lick over your lips and then stand up while wincing over the pain darting though your kneecaps as you straighten your legs

there’s a moment of silence where leon traps you between him and the counter again but this time his arms wrap tightly around your body and his lips press softly against your hairline. it won’t last for long—it can’t—but you enjoy it for the few seconds that it does last

“m’sorry but one of us has to go out there, now,” he murmurs when he steps back and tucks himself back into his pants. he looks far more put together than you are, you’re sweaty and your dress needs rearranging and truthfully you just need a minute to breathe and hopefully stop your legs from shaking

“go, i’ll come out afterwards,” you whisper and slide the strap to your dress up your arm and back over your shoulder. leon just nods, kisses you properly, only a peck but it’ll do, and shoves his phone into his back pocket while he reaches for the door handle, “wait—what did you mean you can’t make a mess of me yet?”

leon just winks and then he’s gone

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a/n once again edited terribly but i wanted to get it out tonight x